Ends of things

I can’t eat the ends of things. Like hot dogs, I have to chop the ends off. They just look weird. Or eggrolls. I can eat most of one, but as soon as I get through half of it, it starts to look like it’s something else, like it’s a creature that’s excreting something and I just can’t finish. And I can’t eat egg whites, only the yolks maybe because they stay warm longer.

Sometimes, if I’m eating some and I don’t totally dig it, I’ll make it into an end. By imagining it. Like with a breast of a chicken or something. I feel strange when I eat at people’s houses and they make a wonderful meal and i can’t eat the ends of things.

But I love the crusts on bread. Pizza crusts too.

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2 Responses to “Ends of things”


  1. Gravatar Icon 1 mayuko

    its interesting that our taste for food depends on not only the taste, but much of the looks!

    I cant eat shrimp or crab, because it reminds me of “a Spider” !
    I can stand to see the belly with full of legs!
    I admire the person who ate those creature the first time of the human kind!
    must have been desperate to eat something!
    its not attractive shape at all!

    then being in Thailand, people actually eat spiders here.
    heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

    mayuko

  2. Gravatar Icon 2 grogan

    Guys, you are weird.
    I can eat everything. Surely we are not talking about monkey brains or swallowing little snakes alive.
    Can’t stand brussel sprouts though ;)

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